When he received the report from his subordinates, Amhal began to doubt the authenticity of the grain brought by the old city lord, it was not easy to find such a large amount of food in the vast yellow sand, the area under the jurisdiction of the Free Church would never provide a little food to the outside world, and the cities around Wind and Sand City that believed in the god of the desert were even poorer than they could not open the pot. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

However, there is an extreme shortage of food in the desert, but yellow sand is everywhere.

Therefore, Amhal suspected that the old city lord used sand to fill the number, especially when he saw the scene of the old city lord taking the initiative to show grain in the dark, and he was sure that there was something greasy in it, so he launched the chess pieces that had already been laid out to collide with the grain team, but the result was a little unsatisfactory.

"Could it be that the old fellow was really so lucky to come across a caravan from Canduras?"

Riding forward, Amhal's face was cloudy, because he was entangled in mundane things, he did not personally monitor everything that happened after the old city lord left, and the nails sent out secretly had already been quietly removed, so in the seven days when there was no news, even he thought that the old city lord had thrown himself into the arms of the desert god, and there was no possibility of returning.

Thinking that his ambition was thwarted by the old fellow, the more Amhal thought about it, the more angry he became, and he couldn't help but snort coldly, the momentum was agitated, the war horse under his crotch trembled, the horse's mane trembled, and he stopped in place and did not dare to move forward.

Amhar clutched the reins and thought coldly, "What if the god of the desert appears? Whoever stands in my way must die! ”

Stepping on the stirrups and pinching the horse's belly, the mount let out a wail and hurried forward.

……

Is grain real?

Really, in addition to the materials seized from the horse bandits, the other batch was purchased by Wu Liang and others from elsewhere in the past two days.

Where to buy?

From the players, from those who live in the areas of the Free Church! As for how to buy enough to support a city and maintain a day's ration for 50,000 people, then we have to mention something called the World Esports Forum.

Suffice it to say, any player is a merchant, and while they may not be good businessmen who are calculating, they are absolutely inseparable from trading and markets. The early integration of world players in the dark shelter will inevitably lead to large-scale transactions between foreigners, and the World Esports Forum is such an offline platform for contact transactions, which is much more convenient than the official trading venue in some aspects.

With enough profits, the Qingluan people anonymously put up a large order for food from areas controlled by the Free Church, such as Lu Gaoin, so that players with the certificate can buy enough or even surplus food at a very cheap price.

As long as you put out an order a little higher than this price, there will be many players flocking to it, especially those virtual merchants who are active in the e-sports world.

However, the ration for 50,000 people for a day was not a small amount after all, and the materials seized from the sand thieves were only a drop in the penny, and the Qingluan people paid almost all the public expenses for this trip to be able to pay the deposit for this order.

For the next two days, camels brought from the sand thieves were used for a long journey back and forth. As for how to pay in full for this large grain order, Zhao Huangqi bluntly said that borrowing chickens to lay eggs, and now the residents of Fengsha City are estimated to be so hungry that they can even move out of the family heirlooms, and slightly raise the price of grain by a little more, and when the time comes, they may be able to make a lot of money by directly paying off their debts in kind.

However, there is a premise for all this, that is, to successfully seize military power from Amhal's hands, if it fails, a large amount of grain will naturally be sent from Lu Gaoin, and at that time, this batch of grain can only be smashed in his hands, or sold at a low price, and he will have to pay compensation for breach of contract.

Although the account that placed the order is not one of the crowds, and it is not the official account that Qingluan Hall is used to, once the official source of the forum is traced back to the source after the default, it can still be found on the head of Qingluan Palace.

Therefore, in order to avoid the occurrence of such incidents, Jiang Luan strictly ordered all members to obey the order, act carefully, and not make extraneous branches.

After arriving at the square, the Qingluan people dispersed, dutifully acting as a member of the caravan caravans, distributing food to the residents who came with various items.

The streets in front of the square were congested, and then quickly queued up under the maintenance of the city guards, and a whole morning passed, all the food was distributed, and the goods from the trade were piled up. The city lord's previous words completely dispelled the concerns of the residents of Windsand City, and they came with items far more than a day's rations.

After that, all the items registered for trade were packed into empty food bags and ready to be transported out of the city overnight.

During this period, it was not that there were no officers from Fengsha City who came to inquire about the situation, but they were all prevaricated by the old city lord on the grounds that "the respected Canduran caravan could not be neglected".

……

"Lord of the city, this is the case, the subordinates have finished reporting!"

At this time, in the city lord's mansion, the knight who trembled and knelt on one knee and did not dare to look directly at Amhal was the officer who went to inquire.

Amhal fell silent, so the knightly officer knelt endlessly.

It was a bad feeling, but he didn't dare to complain in the slightest, not even to swing in any way, remembering that the last herald could only look up slightly at the city lord's toes, and then he was blinded and left to the vultures in the desert at will.

It wasn't until a cold sweat covered his forehead that the herald heard the questioning of the pardon.

"Is there anyone in the caravan?"

The herald tried his best to recall the scene he had seen earlier, and suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said: "There is something strange about it, after the camel caravan returned, there were more than a dozen strangers in white robes, and they covered their faces and could not see clearly!" ”

"Uh-huh......" Amhal muttered for a moment, tapping his fingers on the armrest, and his eyes lit up in a voice that only he could hear, "it seems that the alternate member of the Mage Council is not as generous as the old fellow said!" ”

He looked at his subordinate with cold eyes, and the latter lowered his head as if he were aware of it, and was about to touch the ground.

Amhal said expressionlessly: "You pass my order, go down and arrange, ...... tonight"

Taking the city lord's order to heart word for word, despite the horror on his face, the herald was still witty and did not raise any objections, and even made a slight noise, until Amhal said coldly and retreated, he said "yes" respectfully, bowed to his feet, and slowly retreated, until he exited the door, and then straightened his waist.

Amhal is the lord of a city, but he behaves more like an emperor in the lord's mansion.

Having poured out most of the precious drink from his glass, Amhal turned back to the backyard and entered the palatial room, but before he could do anything, a gloomy voice came from the corner.

"Honorable City Lord, you seem to be in some trouble!"

Although there is the word respect in the language, the owner of this voice is extremely disrespectful, yin and yang, full of irony.

"I don't need the messenger to care about this, I will take care of everything, and when the time comes, I will hand over Windsand City to you, and you will give me the chips set in advance!"

The messenger from the Free Church offered the ambitious Amhal a deal that he could not resist.

"Oh! Then I'll wait for the good news from the city lord, I just hope you don't disappoint me, let alone the adults above! ”

The messenger who was hiding in the shadows had no intention of continuing the conversation, and disappeared after speaking.

"Humph!"

Amhal snorted coldly, his fingers rubbing the hilt of his sword, an imperceptible glimmer flashing in his eyes, and a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Don't think I can't see what you're doing in secret, now that the old guy is back, let you fight to the death first! When the time comes, I'll see if you can still be arrogant! ”